Chapter 4: How Can You Lay Hands on an Underage Girl!

Gwen approached, surrounded by servants. Victor, ever the gentleman, extended his hand to invite her into the conference room.

They walked side by side. Along the way, Gwen glanced at Victor, catching sight of the pitch-black one-eyed crow perched on his shoulder.

Once they entered the conference room, Victor shot a look at the servants, who promptly exited the room.

With the doors closed, Gwen and Victor took their seats.

Gwen coldly asked, “Did you receive the academy’s invitation?”

Victor tapped his fingers on the table and replied, “I did.”

As soon as he responded, the air in the room suddenly turned chilly.

At this moment, Victor had no idea what stance the woman before him held towards “himself.”

Although they were engaged, it was Gwen who ultimately killed Victor with her own hands. Victor felt that she held no affection for him at all.

And yet, Gwen had helped him.

The professor invitation from the academy had undoubtedly been secured with the assistance of the Derin family.

The more Victor thought about it, the more confused he became.

Regardless, if he could improve his relationship with Gwen, perhaps he could avoid his inevitable demise.

With a wave of his hand, five bottles of crimson-red life potion appeared on the table in front of Gwen.

“Please accept these.”

Gwen merely glanced at them, showing no intention of taking them.

Seeing her proud demeanor, Victor sighed and continued, “This is a token of appreciation for your help. I heard from Liya—I don’t want to owe you a favor.”

He looked directly into Gwen’s eyes with his deep black gaze.

Gwen turned her head away, biting her lip. After a moment of hesitation, she asked, “Yesterday, did you confess to the duke’s daughter?”

Victor remained silent. Whether he had done such a thing yesterday… even he didn’t know.

That was something yesterday’s “Victor” had done, and he was now a completely different person.

Seeing his continued silence, Gwen truly believed he had done such a thing. Her face flushed red with anger as she scolded, “Victor! How could you do something like that? The duke’s daughter is only seventeen! You actually made a move on an underage girl!”

Victor: …

It seemed like the entire world now knew he had attempted—but failed—to seduce an underage girl.

Gwen, being a knight with a strong sense of justice, naturally couldn’t tolerate such behavior.

If this issue wasn’t resolved properly, it could very well be the catalyst that led to an irreparable rift between him and Gwen. Thus, he had to handle it with care.

Victor sighed inwardly and said, “I hope you understand—I do not have any feelings for the duke’s daughter.”

Gwen glared at him and retorted, “This matter has already spread far and wide.”

Looking at her furious yet helpless gaze, Victor replied solemnly, “I will handle it. I won’t let this scandal continue to entangle us.”

Victor knew well that such a rumor not only tarnished his reputation but also brought disgrace to both the Cravenna family and the Derin family, with whom he was engaged.

The Derin family had helped him, but in doing so, they were also protecting their own interests.

Gwen opened her mouth, yet no words came out. She looked at Victor, sensing that something about him had changed—but she couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was.

She stood up, finally picking up the potions. As she turned to leave, she said, “If you ever need help, come find me. I will assist you.”

With that, she pushed the door open and left.

Victor let out a breath of relief.

Vega, the one-eyed crow on his shoulder, couldn’t help but tease, “Who was that?”

“My fiancée.”

Victor spread his hands, feeling a bit helpless.

The one-eyed crow gave him a pitying glance, preening its feathers with its beak. “She’s perceptive, and her gaze is terrifying, like she can see right through me. Good thing I just look like an ordinary crow.”

Victor was at a loss for words.

“A one-eyed crow is anything but ordinary.”

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The next day, Victor arrived at the academy as scheduled.

The Royal Academy of Magic lived up to its name. Those who studied here were either wealthy or from noble families.

There was, however, one special category—students with exceptional magical talent. They could study here for free, but in exchange, they were bound to serve the royal family in the future.

Looking at the grand magic academy, Victor recalled scenes from the game.

He remembered there was a massive library where mage players could learn spells of various ranks.

Victor planned to study there.

He urgently needed powerful spells to enhance his magical abilities. Although the magic he currently possessed was sufficient, as a player, having more spells would always provide a greater sense of security.

His appointment letter had already arrived yesterday. He was now officially a senior professor at the Royal Academy of Magic.

On his first visit, he met with the headmaster. After a brief exchange, the headmaster assigned him to teach the most elite class in the academy—to prove his worth.

Leaving the headmaster’s office, he made his way to the Mage Tower, guided by his memories.

The Mage Tower, also known as the Trial Tower, allowed players to undergo daily trials. Passing them granted substantial experience points.

The tower stood tall, piercing the sky. The walls were inscribed with various magic arrays, and higher up, a shimmering barrier obscured the view, hinting at hidden mysteries.

Victor approached the tower and touched the barrier, feeling a slight tremor in his magical energy.

[Identity verification successful. Welcome back, Professor Victor.]

A swirl of black mist appeared before him, and in the next moment, he found himself inside the tower.

“So that was a teleportation array.”

Climbing the stairs, he found the interior filled with magic-infused gemstones and meticulously arranged books. It was far more organized than he had expected.

Noticing the spotless floor, Victor realized someone must have cleaned the place.

A surprised gasp came from behind him. Turning around, he saw a young woman with shoulder-length short hair and glowing yellow eyes. Noticing Victor’s gaze, her cheeks reddened, and she asked nervously, “Are you Professor Victor?”

Victor nodded.

The girl continued, her nervousness undiminished. “I… I’m Henny, your assistant.”

She handed him a lecture script. “You only need to memorize this before class this afternoon and teach according to it.”

Victor skimmed through it and nodded. “Thank you.”

Henny, flustered, quickly scurried out of his office.

Victor mused to himself, “The academy really leaves nothing to chance.”

Afternoon came, and various distinguished guests eagerly awaited the new young professor’s lecture, curious if he was just a gimmick.

Victor entered the classroom, confident. Just as he was about to begin, his gaze swept across the room and landed on a golden-haired enchantress sitting in the front row.

Seventeen-year-old Erika du Croy.

A prodigy with the highest magical talent in years.

A noblewoman of extraordinary lineage—the duke’s daughter.

The very girl he had supposedly “confessed to” two days ago.

Erika met his gaze, her eyes gleaming with intrigue.

‘So that’s the little beauty from the headlines. Not bad… A second-tier mage at her age. Impressive.’

Vega whispered on his shoulder.

Clearing his throat, Victor began, “I am Victor Cravenna, a professor at the Royal Academy of Magic, and your instructor.”

“Today’s lecture: The Influence of Formation Construction on Advanced Magic Structures.”

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Just as he thought everything was going smoothly, Erika raised her hand with a sweet smile.

“Professor, I have a question. Could you help me answer it?”

Victor’s face darkened.

As expected—trouble had arrived.